But Chen Ying'er could not kill him. This was the Temple Grand Competition, not a fight to the death! In that sense, Chen Ying'er had made full use of the rules.
So he could not attack Chen Ying'er now. Summoners' bodies were fragile, and Li Zhengzhi truly feared that one careless move might kill this talented young girl. But if he did not kill Chen Ying'er, those Magic Beasts would not fall into chaos. If their siege continued, even if he could eliminate most of them, he would probably be worn to death.
Moreover, the summoning magic had already been completed. Although the thirty-six gates of light had closed and vanished along with it, unless Chen Ying'er wished it, these Magic Beasts would not return to where they had come from.
Only by killing them all could he end this battle.
Having made an accurate judgment, Li Zhengzhi hesitated no longer. He brought his hands together before his chest and formed a hand seal. Two chilling green-blue lights flared from his eyes.
A mad intent surged rapidly from Li Zhengzhi's body. The Hurricane Spin Domain Skill derived from the Wind God Domain suddenly slowed. The true form of the Wind God Summon swiftly returned to Li Zhengzhi's side, enveloped him within itself, then slowly shrank and merged into his body.
At this moment, Li Zhengzhi's entire body was suffused with a dazzling turquoise glow. With a flick of his right hand, a Wind Blade no larger than a palm silently flew out. It appeared somewhat unstable, with obvious turquoise currents flowing across it. In an instant, it landed on a ninth-step Magic Beast. The ninth-step Magic Beasts had already become even slower under the hurricane's slowing effect, as if trapped in a swamp. Yet even so, what difference was there